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You opened the door.
I walked in naked.
I walked in without a weapon.
It was an ambush.
My severed head
hangs
dripping blood
from your bedpost.
My eyes
are blackened
by the knowledge:
I was nothing
you could not live without.
Nothing
you would miss.
And yet,
my dead mouth
keeps calling your name
and
with no body to feed it,
I am hungry.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I’m just a human trying to make it in this world. I write about heartbreak, loneliness, longing, anger, family—all the things I can’t seem to leave alone. Everything I write is about me, even when it’s about someone else.
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